when i am asked to describe the nature of my art and i vaguely insinuate that its about “cubes and stuff, right angles” i am invariably treated to some kind of impulsive negative response, anything from a guffaw to near repulsion. i understand these reactions. the various alienations of our daily lives, of our pitiless urban environment, are so prevalent and overwhelming that art is frequently if not almost exclusively put to the service of acting as a support or escape from this trauma.
this doesn’t really interest me though. because as herbert read points out:
the artist is very often… …offering something to the community which the community does not want to accept, which the community at first finds very unpalatable.